Building a bridge with assumptions is a dangerous task. Though you see the other side, it will only be a matter of time before your bridge collapses beneath your very feet;washing away every rusty nail and pieces of rotted wood away.
I’m actually starting to get really annoyed with my super-old photos popping up. Where is this even from? It’s not on my deviantART anymore and the one I have on Tumblr has a different watermark. Not cool.
In any case, this was taken at Georgetown waterfront back in 2009.
All the cotton candy went straight to my fat arm, I guess. No regrets though.
V. A picture of a group of old friends.
I haven’t known them for that long and I definitely haven’t been as much in touch with them as I should have/as I’d like to, but I miss them all terribly.
J. A picture taken in the winter. (But this was in Washington DC so no snow!)
Oh the memories of my first (and only) American Halloween.
‘Twas the day when my dad and I would walk down the street in our everyday clothes and people would compliment me on my “beautiful costume” and my dad would get “thumbs up” for his Jerry Springer impersonation.
Oh Americans, you so silly.